Herbalists' Cache From chance to providence

Diane had barely (achingly) pulled herself from beneath the pine before becoming intensely aware of the hard and quick-paced pawsteps coming in her direction. She whirled to face the bounding wolf, all grogginess suddenly gone from her body. The hair along her spine prickled, fear hitching to her like a cape; but what fled from the stranger's mouth, accompanied by his overall body language, was so non-threatening that Diane was momentarily displaced in her feelings— trapped between flight and adorning his infectiously cheery mood.

"H-Hi!" she bumbled, having shrunk back at first, but slowly she untucked her ears and pressed them forward interestedly. Her tail waved marginally, finding that only a few moments spent in the company of this unidentified wolf was more than enough to brighten the gloomiest day. "Good morning, sir. Were.. were you looking for someone? Something?" He carried no prominent scent with him, but she thought she'd ask anyway. Why else would he bound up to a complete stranger like that unless he needed something?